So, in the span of two minutes the following conversations occur between me and A:
I'm in the bathroom putting away towels and A comes in and says, "Mom?"
"Yes, A." (We're the only two people awake, let alone the only two people in the bathroom, but he always insists on knowing that I'm ready for the conversation.)
"I think it would be neat to only have one arm."
"Is that so?" (What is on the television?)
"Yeah, but you couldn't do that neat twisty spaghetti thing with the spoon and fork if you only had one arm." (Obviously you've given this some thought.)
I hand him a pile of new underwear.
"I needed new underwear?"
"Yes. The other day when we were at the zoo I noticed you picking your butt, so I figured maybe it was time for a new pair."
He giggles and says, "They're just white."
"I know. Once you get over an 8 or so they don't come in colors, I guess. I looked all over the store." Trust me, I did look all over the store.
"W has colored ones and they are Hankies."
I bust out laughing at the fact that W, a 13 year old friend of ours whom we spent two weeks with this summer, doesn't even know he is wearing colored HANKIES.
I say, "Hankies? I think the brand is Hanes! Hanes."